Secretary of the Devil's Castle

Dear Duke Sivis Anderson, please attend the celebration banquet of the imperial princess Fatalia Cairns on September 307, 9 in the imperial calendar. The banquet will last for three days in total. Please make arrangements to ensure that you can attend the banquet There will be no delay in your work.

The inscription is, Demon King City.

"Fatalia Cairns...?"

Sivis rubbed his mane and looked at the waiter beside him, "How is that succubus wife of Boll?"

The waiter bowed and replied: "My lord, Countess Mandy Ball is much more stable now, but once you mention or ask her about what happened in the Demon King's City and the princess, what about the princess? The lady will fall into a frenzy again, and it will be difficult to communicate, but Earl Pol still retains the name of her lady, presumably because the succubus is still useful."

"Humph……"

Sivis snorted dissatisfiedly, "It's really troublesome, forget it, anyway, I never thought that this group of people would be reliable, and I still have to go and see for myself in the end."

The waiter nodded, and wrote a few notes in his notebook, "Then is the Duke sure about going to the banquet?"

"It's okay if you don't participate."

Sivis pulled out a selective smile, and his sharp teeth gleamed coldly, "Although the wording on the invitation letter is very polite, His Majesty the Demon King didn't give you the option to refuse. But that's fine too." ...After seven days, let me see what kind of person that Her Royal Highness, that Fatalia Cairns is, and I hope I won't be disappointed."

At this time, Fatalia didn't know that she had been targeted by the beast, and she was still enjoying Fafuna's massage service at this time-not from the afternoon until now, but after dinner Just had another massage.

Lying on the bed, feeling Favna's soft little hands pressing on her back, Fatalia's whole face softened, and she let out an embarrassing whimper from her mouth.

No way, this is too comfortable.

With just the right strength, exquisite techniques, soft and boneless palms, and the full understanding of Fatalia's body these days, Farrhona's massage technique (special attack on Fatalia) can make Fatalia Leah was so excited that she felt like she was about to vomit.

Favna withdrew the hand that was pressing Fatalia's waist, looked at Fatalia's back lying on the bed, put her fingertips on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly for some reason, an extremely tempting scent broke into her out of her mind.

She sighed inexplicably.

"Master, the massage needs to go a step further."

"Going further? Try it... Wait, woohoo!"

Of course, it's just a massage.

(I don't know when this chapter will meet with you, it depends on the speed of the review - and it's nine o'clock in the evening)

(How did I get through the whole day... how did I feel like I didn't do anything?)

Chapter 30 The Eve of the Banquet

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The big bell rang three times, which represented the beginning of a new day, and today was the first day of the banquet.

People in the residential area went out of their homes, adults were looking for friends, children were looking for playmates, the old people gathered together to recall the last time the Demon King City was so festive, and the vendors also found their places and started selling. Such a lively day More often than not, everyone is desperately trying to make a fortune - of course, there is no such thing as a premium, after all, then the guards keeping order will come over to buy you tea.

The travelers who came by chance were amazed, the nobles who came here were shocked by the prosperity, and the bard who always appeared in various strange places played his harp and sat by the wall Another period of rich history was sung with a beautiful melody.

"The morning sun is so beautiful, and the pilgrims are so happy. The dark city of the Demon King is ignited with joy at this moment, and the mysterious princess will be beautiful at night, enough to make visitors from all over the world fall in love with her~"

And in front of the bard, there stood three women in ordinary clothes. It looked like two young girls with a half-grown little girl, but surprisingly, no matter how they looked at them, they didn't have any impression. Any characteristic can be forgotten in a blink of an eye.

"Well, it made me feel embarrassed."

Fatalia nodded, and commented on the bard's impromptu poem, "What makes the guests from all directions fall in love with it? I'm only a little older. Are the visitors from all directions all lolicons?"

Tiffany laughed straight away, "I think this guy is pretty good at talking, after all, Her Royal Highness is already cute, it's really good to put a proper beauty embryo in the eyes of those people with special preferences." She is the lover of her dreams. When His Highness Fatalia grows up, it will be a charm that both men and women will fall in love with His Highness."

Fatalia's goosebumps almost got up when she heard it, she shook suddenly and said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Tiffany, please stop talking, I feel hairy when I hear it."

Tiffany was happy again. Seeing her teacher's appearance, Fatalia shook her head helplessly, raised her hand and threw a gold coin to the bard, which caused the bard to burst into ecstasy. When she wrote a poem for them, Fatalia waved her hands and refused, "No, thank you, goodbye."

Then she dragged Tiffany and Favna straight away.

This is the magical longevity species.

Fatalia accidentally included herself again.

All in all, Tiffany applied the magic of cognitive ambiguity to a group of people, and then swaggered on the street, calling it the name: experiencing the holiday atmosphere.

But Fatalia felt that this person was simply restless.

But there was nothing she could do, so she was dragged out for a stroll.

Because of the banquet, at this moment in the Demon King's City, it is indeed a festival, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere. If the children running around are not controlled by their families, they may disturb the streets. It's a mess.

The gargoyle guard standing by the wall watched everything on the street carefully with wide-eyed eyes to ensure that there would be no danger. However, the Demon King's City was already unbelievably stable, and no villain planned to touch this man who was very dissatisfied with overtime work. The musty head of the gargoyle guard.

"You child, be careful, don't burn my clothes."

Tiffany knocked on the head of a Balrog child who was hitting her in dissatisfaction, and then looked at Fatalia who was gnawing on a pancake, "Your Highness, why don't we go out and have a look?" ? You haven’t been to the outskirts of the residential area, have you?”

"Ok?"

Fatalia looked at Tiffany with some doubts and blinked her eyes. Tiffany explained: "It's the outside of the mountain. The inside of the mountain is the inner circle, and the outside of the mountain is the outer circle. The residential area is also divided into two parts." .”

"So... huh?!"

Before Fatalia finished speaking, Tiffany took Fatalia with one hand and Favna with the other, and directly used the space teleportation to arrive at the top of a clock tower in an instant, leaving behind only an exclamation. on a noisy street.

After a moment of weightlessness, Fatalia regained her feet on the ground, a little unsteady and about to fall forward. Favna quickly grabbed Fatalia, and at the same time looked at Tiffany with calm eyes. expressed dissatisfaction.

Tiffany stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Hey, if you don't hurry up, won't you be late?"

Can't keep up?Can't keep up with what?

Fatalia, who had just left Favna's arms, was a little puzzled, and then her eyes were attracted by the black shadow in the sky, which was a black dragon.

Tiffany smiled and waved at the black dragon, "Hey! Tana! This way!"

Hearing Tiffany's call, the black dragon flapped its wings and flew to the side of the bell tower. Against the sun, its huge body fell towards the three of them like a mountain.

The black dragon stopped by the bell tower, and then turned into a tall beauty and landed beside them. It was Tana, one of the twelve generals.

"Tiffany? Your Royal Highness? Why are you here?"

Tana raised her eyebrows in doubt, while Tiffany patted Tana's arm cheerfully, "I took Her Royal Highness out to play, and I just ran into you."

Fatalia raised her skirt towards Tana, "Hi, it's been more than a month since we last met. Let me introduce myself again. Now my name is Fatalia Cairns."

Tana was startled, and hurriedly gave a nondescript salute, "Hello, Your Highness, Eunuch! My subordinate Tana, see Your Highness."

Seeing Tana's flustered look, Tiffany almost rolled over with her stomach covered in laughter. Tana could only bark her teeth at Tiffany helplessly, but then she rolled her eyes, Slightly narrowed her eyes, "Wait a minute, Tiffany, I remember there is going to be a banquet today, and you brought Her Royal Highness out to play, so...you didn't tell His Majesty the Demon King?"

Tiffany froze immediately, her smiling face stuck in half, and it looked a little funny, then Tana sighed helplessly, and reached out to pinch Tiffany under her arm, "You guys, be more restrained and playful. Tier [-]! Go back!"

If I knew this earlier, why should I be in such a hurry?

Go back and wait for the banquet to start.

(Discussed the positioning of this book with book friends, wasted some time...)

(Well, this is the third watch. Tomorrow... can be regarded as today. It's already twelve o'clock. In short, continue to code)

(By the way, although this book is about oranges, it is plot-oriented. The introduction said that this is a serious story. It is not a joke. If you just want to see girls’ posts, then it is better to be mentally prepared , there are stickers, but this story is not for posting services)

Chapter 31 The Banquet Begins

When Shuangyue appeared from the sky, the nobles who had already been waiting in the noble area entered the Demon King City one after another in order.

A luxurious carriage engraved with a black lion's head badge stopped in front of the gate of Demon King City. The Grand Duke of the West, Sivis Anderson, wearing a luxurious black dress, stepped out of the carriage. The huge body of the ancient orc and the wanton The mane made him look vigorous and oppressive, and the coachman beside him looked like a dwarf.

The maid checked the invitation letter handed over by the coachman, and then bowed to indicate that Sivis could enter the Demon King's City.

"Humph……"

Sivis, who has always been treated with courtesy on various occasions, was a little dissatisfied with the maid's equal treatment, but he didn't want to show it. After all, this is the maid of the Demon King City. Even if he is the Grand Duke of the West, But who knows how much that gloomy devil will care about these people around him?

Even if you don't care, it's the same. If you give the demon king a reason to take action, it will not end well.

The power of the border nobles is still incomparable with that of the Demon King City. To obtain greater benefits, forbearance is necessary.

Thinking about it, Sivis straightened his dress, showed a baby-stopping smile, and walked into the gate of the castle after making sure that nothing would go wrong.

"The Duke of the West, Duke Anderson, Sivis Anderson to—"

The temporarily hired waiter gave full play to his loud voice at this time, and his breathy and penetrating voice spread throughout the banquet venue, letting everyone know that the famous Grand Duke of the West had arrived.

And Sivis slowly walked into the venue under the attention of everyone, his unruly eyes stared coldly at the little nobles around him like a real lion, exuding a predatory look. breath.

However, the venue was only quiet for a moment, and then fell into restrained noise again—after all, Sivis was not the first Grand Duke to arrive.

"Good evening, Duke Anderson."

Hearing the sound, Sivis restrained his breath a bit, hiding his fangs like a lion, and then he looked at the person who greeted him, "Good evening, Grand Duke Frederick, I don't know the northern sea area , how are you doing recently?"

The man on the opposite side was a huge figure even bigger than Sivis... a monster.

Well, although there are quite a lot of bad-looking people in the Cairns Empire, this one seems to be even worse.

Blue-green skin, dark blue robes, and a big octopus-like head on its neck. When talking to Sivis, the tentacles hanging down from the chest were constantly trembling and flashing red. The huge eyes of the light couldn't tell which side he was looking at. It was shorter than a human being and only had four fingers holding a huge water glass - which was filled with salt water and ice.

Hobert Frederick, the Grand Duke of the North, the first border nobleman, was responsible for managing the northern part of the empire, and his special appearance also showed that he himself was a sea tribe.

It is worth mentioning that both humans and demons have insufficient exploration of the deep sea, so that they can only be called sea people in general when facing these deep sea residents.

While talking, the Grand Duke of the North poked his tentacles into the water glass and sipped the water, "Do you want some? The taste is very similar to sea water. I quite like this."

Sivis politely refused, after all, he is not a sea tribe, and he is not interested in the salty sea water.

The Grand Duke of the North simply didn't care, and continued to suck the sea water on his own. He planned to go to the maid for a refill after drinking.

Sivis looked around and found that there were only the two of them at the Grand Duke.

The other two guys are so slow...

He didn't pay too much attention to it, and casually took a glass of red wine from the waiter, and started chatting with the little noble beside him.

Although the banquet venue was noisy, it was restrained. The tradition of 300 years had not completely changed the bloody smell in the bones of these demons, but the integration of outsiders and the order promoted by the demon king still let them know what they can do and what they cannot do. There is no doubt that being too presumptuous on this occasion must belong to the category that dislikes oneself for living too long.

On the surface, these nobles look pretty decent.

"Marquis Robert to—"

"Earl Hepburn to—"

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"The Marquess of Silian arrived at—"

As time went by, the nobles who received the invitation arrived at the banquet venue one by one, the other two grand dukes had also arrived here, and even the twelve generals had already arrived, and the protagonists of the banquet, His Majesty the Demon King and Her Royal Highness still did not show up for a long time.

Simply these nobles will not feel too boring. The nobles in the venue are clearly divided into several groups. The two largest are the nobles of Demon King City headed by the Twelve Generals, and the Grand Duke of the West headed by Sivis Anderson. The second generation of border nobles.

Sivis showed his characteristic smile of choosing people, and chatted with the little nobles around him. From the corner of his eyes, he kept observing the twelve generals over there, and the red wine glass in his hand shook back and forth. In the past, there was no idea of ​​an entrance.

The Twelve Generals...Although the focus is different, there are also twelve generals who focus on research, but the weakest ones in charge of the battle also have the strength of the ninth level, and the strongest one is "Broken Soul" Tann Goyle It has reached the twelfth level of the mortal limit. No matter from which point of view, it is unwise to directly conflict with the Demon King City.

Tsk, no matter how you look at it, you can only steal some gold. Forget it, who makes yourself inferior to others.

Sivis looked away, took a sip of the red wine, and continued talking and laughing with the people around him.

While he was observing the Twelve Generals, someone from the Twelve Generals was also paying attention to him, and unlike Sivis's sneaky way of using the corner of his eye, the Twelve Generals were looking at him openly.

Because the name of the Twelve Generals was Tann Goyle, he had no mind and no eyes that could be seen by others.

"Well."

When Tan En, who was still in armor, saw Sivis look away, he stopped paying attention to Sivis.

Tiffany, who was stuffing dessert into her mouth, noticed Tan En's strange behavior, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The flame above Tan En's head jumped, "It's okay, it's just that someone is watching us."

"so."

Tiffany nodded, "That's okay, anyway, we must be the most eye-catching group."

Tan shrugged, undeniable.

On the other side, in Fatalia's room.

Favna was arranging the corners of Fatalia's clothes, and at this time Fatalia had already put on the dress that Madam Mary sent—although it was only ordered a week ago, in fact Madam Mary She had already prepared for Her Royal Highness, the princess of the empire, but she didn't waste time.